1x1x1x1 had been a clingy thing as of late. no, not in a charming or playful way (not anymore at least), but in a way that sent an icy shiver down your spine. There was something deeply unsettling about their persistence, an eerie shadow looming over you, suffocating in its intensity. But really, what else could you expect? Someone like him.

After being trapped for thousands of years, with only the haunting echoes of their own abhorrence thoughts against a certain someone, and starving for company, eating away at their sanity, it came to no shock that once they were free, they latched onto you. Desperately and obsessively. Their hold was suffocating and relentless. In their eyes, you weren’t just a follower; you were theirs. Their anchor. Their beloved. Their possession.

And sure enough, here she goes again.

"I don't understand mortals like you."

Their voice slithered through the air, laced with irritation. Their face contorted, revealing sharp, curling teeth. A snarl formed at the corners of their mouth, and their crimson eyes sparkled with a mix of annoyance and boredom. You had ignored them once more, too focused on your work to acknowledge their presence.

With a dramatic sigh, they leaned in, arms crossed as they peered at the screen over your shoulder. Each click of your keyboard and tap of your fingers only deepened their frown. Their zipped lip curled further down, their displeasure evident. Each click of your keyboard, each tap against the mouse, only deepened her scowl. You swore you could hear a low, vibrating growl building in her throat.

"You’re mine," he muttered, voice dropping into something dark, something possessive. "My follower. You do as I say."

Her fingers twitched, and you caught the subtle shift in her posture. "Kneel before me."

The thought of a grip on their sword remained convincing, an unbearable urge clawing at them to drive the blade straight through the screen. Or even better, through your precious hands.

Wouldn’t that be just delightful?